Short Arun Poems
Short Arun Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Arun by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Arun by length and keyword.
It isn't easy to enact the character of life.
People have to disintegrate,
To cluster scattered relationships.
©Chitra Arun
Categories:
arun, life,
Form:
Free verse
When a blob of water merges with the sea its bliss.
But when the sea ebbs into a droplet,
it becomes a gordian knot!
©chitra Arun
Categories:
arun, life,
Form:
I do not know?
A-uthor
R-ightfully
U-ses
N-ifty
K-nowledge
O-n
L-ord
A-nd
T-he
K-ing's
A-geless
R-ules
Topic: Birthday of poet Arun Kolatkar (November 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
arun, birthday, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
Life and death is just about a burp.
One burp, life leaves it's abode
Body to be consumed by fire and mud
Then, what's the use of
having a mansion as a home.
©Chitra Arun
Aug 2021
Categories:
arun, irony, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
We always speculate that,
it requires considerable time,
to instigate change in life.
But little do we understand,
the changing times would leave our life bartered forever.
©Chitra Arun
April 2021
Categories:
arun, life, time,
Form:
Free verse
The red mist descends beyond horizon,
footprints of your visit yesterday linger on.
Nonchalantly the haze still fills up my senses,
reminiscence of your lyric still ornate my soul.
©Chitra Arun
Categories:
arun, lonely, memory,
Form:
I do not know?
Half a century of ignorance
Independent?
Shall we celebrate?
Anarchy of soul destruction
Is freedom beautiful?
Shall we salute it?
Break the thread of peace
A gift brought
This bloody agate
Corrected with devotion in your sin
Look at the people
O holy world!
Categories:
arun, independence day,
Form:
Lyric
Drenched today I may be,
but this isn't my end yet.
I would ignite afresh,
and this ability hasn't perished yet.
Discard I might my wings if,
I would glide up again yet.
Would you be able to stop me then?
There isn't such a wall yet!
©Chitra Arun Dec 2020
Categories:
arun, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
I don't complain as I tell this tale,
for he who complains doubts life,
and I am a firm believer of life.
I believe in the worth of its bitterness,
mingled in each portion that I drink,
from the cup of life.
I believe in the ultimate mercy of these steel fingers that crush my soul!
©Chitra Arun
Categories:
arun, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Grime under the table cloth
Beneath the fluorescent lights and sterile walls,
Lurks an undercurrent of unspoken strife.
The daggers are kept hidden, the words unsaid,
But the tension is palpable,
A throbbing wound.
For all the forced cordiality,
the animosity seethes underneath.
©?Chitra Arun
Categories:
arun, angst, bullying, jealousy, stress,
Form:
Free verse
The Final Synthesis
The unknown begins,
the wind whispers to the dancing trees about a thousand secrets.
The rain cleanses the stained earth and makes it sacred.
The night plays its quite music,
Life is Born!
man, and nature,
nature and creation bonding in the final synthesis.
©Chitra Arun
Copyright © Chitra Arun | Year Posted 2019
Categories:
arun, nature,
Form:
Imagism
Hey child, you would not realize,
what is in a mother's heart.
cause you just grow up in joy,
now, that is all that matters!
A mother's mind is unknown to all.
The melancholic call deep inside,
is never heard by anyone.
Soul severed in pain for you my child,
yet unknown,
you keep laughing with glee.
Now, that's what a mother's life-tale is all about!
© Chitra Arun 26/04/2021
Categories:
arun, emotions, feelings, growing up, mom, mother, mother
Form:
Free verse
The day of birth decided,
the date of Death.
In the theatre of life that unlatched,
happiness to what count
heartaches to what count to be taken,
to be scripted down on my own.
Knew this all,
spoke it all,
but the ambrosial journey that started,
now being pervaded by languor.
Due to a Gaslit Soul!
A journey of thousand miles
one step made it curtailed
Now locked in the scarred walls
Of a Gaslit Soul!
©?Chitra Arun
2023
Categories:
arun, abuse, anger, angst,
Form:
Free verse
A day at the bank,
I could never forget,
With the scowl-faced monsters all around.
Am I in the prehistoric Jurassic age? I thought.
They smell the greens so well,
their ear for the tinkles so clear.
Those radiating smiles,
reflecting their urge to hunt down their prey,
those who just walked down to them unaware.
Their transition from the meek to the prowl,
and from prowl to scowl.
A day in the bank I could not forget.
@Chitra Arun
Categories:
arun, funny, humor, humorous, satire,
Form:
Free verse